Fiancé was out of town this past weekend, and I actually did pretty okay. I managed to make food for myself and everything, so I was feeling super successful.
But then I got hit with the blues. I was sitting all alone in the house and feeling really sad because, you know, why not, right? So I decided to watch the Great British Baking Show because that show can only cheer people up. Seriously, the worst thing that ever happens is that someone's ice cream gets taken out of a freezer too soon - AND THEN THEY ALL HELP EACH OTHER FIX IT BECAUSE BAKING MAKES YOU LOVE EVERYONE. (This is not a reference to being high, although that might also be true. I'm not sure.) Seriously, this is a competition show, but they're all so nice to each other and then they eat cake. How could you possibly be upset by this? There's not even any money at stake! It's prize is just being called the best baker. I love it.

Anyway, I was all ready to cue up the only season that was available on Netflix when I discovered that IT WAS GONE. When did this happen? Why did it happen? WHAT THE F, NETFLIX? WHERE IS MY SOURCE OF JOY???

My sank deeper into my couch and my depression.

But then I found the PBS app on apple tv... and lo and behold THREE SEASONS WERE THERE. VICTORY WAS MINE.

Me: FIANCÉ.

Me: I HAVE ALL THE GREAT BRITISH BAKING SHOW

Me: ALL OF IT

Fiancé: How?

Me: I activated the PBS app on apple tv

Me: WHICH IS FREE.

Fiancé: O

Fiancé: M

Fiancé: G

Me: YEAH.

Me: ALL THREE SEASONS.

Me:ALL THREE

Fiancé: Don't forget to go to work tomorrow.

Me: Boooooo.Why would you bring that up at a time like this?

And then the worst thing ever happened: They weren't free, you guys. The PBS app had lulled me into a false sense of security. IT TRICKED ME.

Me: SON OF A BITCH I HAVE TO PAY FOR THESE EPISODES. I knew it was too good to be true...

Me: ....Can we donate $5 a month to PBS?

Fiancé: Can we write it off on our taxes?

Me: Yes. (It should be noted that I did absolutely zero looking into that fact. For all I know, this was not a tax-deductable thing, but at that moment, nothing was going to stop me. Oh, and upon further research, yes, it turns out that we can. I think. I don't really know how that stuff works.) And I can watch GBBO, which means I can stop texting you and bothering you while you're hanging out with your friends.